Happiness Is Not A Warm Scalpel
[I couldn't resist a Repo! reference.]
Who: Emilie and a pissed-off McCoy
What: Emilie needs supplies, McCoy isn't happy. What else is new?
Where: Medical
Emilie was raiding the supplies of Medical. It was something that couldn't be helped - she needed supplies, needed the chemicals necessary, and if she had everything her way, some people to test her little creations on. But then again, there was always the possibility that people would die from them so...maybe not.
Poking through the various vials of powders and liquids, hyposprays and God-knows-what-else (did someone organize this thing? It seemed far more organized than it normally was), she was quite unaware of the fact that McCoy didn't know that she could raid his supplies. She was quite sure he knew - she had gone through supplies before, or maybe he just didn't realize that certain things were missing. Or maybe he did and just never figured it out. Regardless, she had her head stuck in the supplies closet, muttering to herself. "Dammit... Finding shit was easier when it was a mess."
Pulling her head out of the supplies closet, she looked at the vials in her hands. "This it...? No. Damn." She put it back in the supplies closet. "Is this? No. Good grief, who the hell organized this thing? Sure as hell wasn't McCoy..." She wondered briefly if the man was ever organized when it came to the supplies closet. She was used to it being a ridiculous mess. "This is madness."
Who: Emilie and a pissed-off McCoy
What: Emilie needs supplies, McCoy isn't happy. What else is new?
Where: Medical
Emilie was raiding the supplies of Medical. It was something that couldn't be helped - she needed supplies, needed the chemicals necessary, and if she had everything her way, some people to test her little creations on. But then again, there was always the possibility that people would die from them so...maybe not.
Poking through the various vials of powders and liquids, hyposprays and God-knows-what-else (did someone organize this thing? It seemed far more organized than it normally was), she was quite unaware of the fact that McCoy didn't know that she could raid his supplies. She was quite sure he knew - she had gone through supplies before, or maybe he just didn't realize that certain things were missing. Or maybe he did and just never figured it out. Regardless, she had her head stuck in the supplies closet, muttering to herself. "Dammit... Finding shit was easier when it was a mess."
Pulling her head out of the supplies closet, she looked at the vials in her hands. "This it...? No. Damn." She put it back in the supplies closet. "Is this? No. Good grief, who the hell organized this thing? Sure as hell wasn't McCoy..." She wondered briefly if the man was ever organized when it came to the supplies closet. She was used to it being a ridiculous mess. "This is madness."